Top Songs By The Left
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Left
Performer
Erik Stephens
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Stephens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apollo Brown
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
Oh, no
[Verse 2]
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it, oh
[Verse 3]
Yo, I had a vision when I started spitting
To be a part of a hip-hop conglomerate amongst the illest
But right now, it's a real sickness
An epidemic of gimmicks that's being spread through your sound system
Not everybody got 'em hands, sing along with it
Just lean, snap, and pop back, and you'll get it
'Cause all those who spit lyrics, they're forbidden
Unless you battling, ain't no need for rhyme fitness
Dumbass hooks can get you dollar sign digits
A nice whip, a nice crib, and mad bitches
Interviews by swimming pools, the whole ticket
Just sign your soul on the dotted line, who needs spirit?
Integrity and morality, just omit it
There ain't no need for no real songs or real feelings
This shit is toxic, killing the real, death alive
It's The Left with the gas mask, we must survive
[Verse 4]
(I can't take it) All the wack gimmicks
(I can't take it) All the fake lyrics
(I can't take it) All the sex scandals
(I can't take it) It's more than I can handle
(I can't take it) All the people hating
(I can't take it) It gets frustrating
(I can't take it) This is the last straw
(I can't take it) Here comes that real raw
[Verse 5]
I make connection with the dots that shouldn't be connected
Or make it simple, quite plain, so the folks can check it
New York rappers are complaining 'cause they disrespected
While the rappers in Detroit don't get no recognition
Even if rappers in Oakland don't share the vision
Of the music of the famous and the wealthy living
That's kind of strange, like the story of the Pied Piper
Play a tune for the youth, lead them to Hell's fire
There ain't no balance in the game, and the need is dire
Like refugees in need of food, they kids dyin'
There's a thin grind in between a market scheme
And raw talent overshadowed by the glitz and gleam
This the way of the black facing and Sambo
So I'm rap forces of freedom, just call me Rambo
This shit is toxic, killing the waters, death alive
It's is The Left with the gas mask, we must survive
[Verse 6]
(I can't take it) All the wack gimmicks
(I can't take it) All the fake lyrics
(I can't take it) All the sex scandals
(I can't take it) It's more than I can handle
(I can't take it) All the people hating
(I can't take it) It gets frustrating
(I can't take it) This is the last straw
(I can't take it) Here comes that real raw
[Verse 7]
I'm sick of all y'all bullshit, man
That's real talk
You can call it hating, you can say whatever it is that you want
You **** suck, man
I don't even know no other way to put it
You're killing me, man
It's The Left
Written by: Erik Stephens